Respond to Ciero Vivaldo's polite greeting and enter the house tree.
Open his door, and return to the calm of his apartment.
Breathe. Slowly.
Evacuate the tiredness that tightened his shoulders.
Copal went to sit down in front of his apartment rotoa. He immersed himself in the contemplation of the soft nuances of the flower. And he reviewed the course of the evening's events. He needed to put his thoughts in order.
Ambassador Nilstilar had invited him to attend an official meeting in Fairhaven.
Perhaps out of friendship. Perhaps to be less lonely.
Copal had no idea that the Ambassador needed any help. But now that he had had a glimpse of the meeting in question, he could imagine that the company of a fellow Matis might have been pleasant to him.
What a mess!
Everyone was talking at the same time. Or shouting. Even running ashore. And the guard said nothing. And there were barrels of drink everywhere. Even the Governor had a tankard in her hand! That was the governing body of the Federation?
And that Tryker!
Copal blew with exasperation.
Did he really believe that nobody saw him coming, with his false good intentions? Or was he so stupid as to believe them? And he claimed to be a commander? And he thought he was giving lessons in respect?
Copal forced himself to calm down.
Well, indeed. He had not shown much respect. The person had annoyed him quite a bit.
The worst thing was that he had almost put the Ambassador in an unpleasant position. So he had preferred to take his leave.
But before that, he had been able to hear the Governor muzzle and put a leash on her crazy ragus. The Karan would never have needed to do such a thing with the Mistress of Arms.
It was more than time to sleep.
Copal went to his room.
Tomorrow, he would go back to the Grove of Confusion to get flowers. The place was much better frequented than Frogmore Place. Maybe he would even see Serae Wu She-Peng and Serae Liosta Be'Zephy again.
Open his door, and return to the calm of his apartment.
Breathe. Slowly.
Evacuate the tiredness that tightened his shoulders.
Copal went to sit down in front of his apartment rotoa. He immersed himself in the contemplation of the soft nuances of the flower. And he reviewed the course of the evening's events. He needed to put his thoughts in order.
Ambassador Nilstilar had invited him to attend an official meeting in Fairhaven.
Perhaps out of friendship. Perhaps to be less lonely.
Copal had no idea that the Ambassador needed any help. But now that he had had a glimpse of the meeting in question, he could imagine that the company of a fellow Matis might have been pleasant to him.
What a mess!
Everyone was talking at the same time. Or shouting. Even running ashore. And the guard said nothing. And there were barrels of drink everywhere. Even the Governor had a tankard in her hand! That was the governing body of the Federation?
And that Tryker!
Copal blew with exasperation.
Did he really believe that nobody saw him coming, with his false good intentions? Or was he so stupid as to believe them? And he claimed to be a commander? And he thought he was giving lessons in respect?
Copal forced himself to calm down.
Well, indeed. He had not shown much respect. The person had annoyed him quite a bit.
The worst thing was that he had almost put the Ambassador in an unpleasant position. So he had preferred to take his leave.
But before that, he had been able to hear the Governor muzzle and put a leash on her crazy ragus. The Karan would never have needed to do such a thing with the Mistress of Arms.
It was more than time to sleep.
Copal went to his room.
Tomorrow, he would go back to the Grove of Confusion to get flowers. The place was much better frequented than Frogmore Place. Maybe he would even see Serae Wu She-Peng and Serae Liosta Be'Zephy again.